Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.